"Splash!"
A huge basin of black dog's blood was promptly dumped over the fake emperor's head and face.
"Stay still! Move!"
The imperial guards swiftly bound him hand and foot, then marched him away.
Soon, they shoved the fake emperor out of the palace walls and took him to the Meridian Gate to be beheaded.
This counterfeit emperor, recreated by some mysterious means, seemed constrained by a certain rule. Faced with these mortal guards, he couldn't resist in the slightest.
Everything—from the route they took to every movement they made—was exactly the same as what had happened with the emperor just moments ago.
They shoved the fake emperor into the execution ground. The executioner strode forward and raised his broad-backed saber high...
"Chop!"
A flash of blade, and a fine head fell to the ground, rolling several yards away with a clatter.
A fountain of hot blood burst from the fake emperor's chest, splattering across the execution ground in an instant.
Pei Ling immediately felt the terrifying force tugging on the thread vanish.
The next moment, a steady stream of power flowed through the thread.
The system continued plundering the emperor's fate.
The emperor furrowed his brow. He had just been targeting the Zhou's Main Body.
But what had been dealt with was only a copy of himself.
And he hadn't gained anything at all!
In the Great Hall, all the mortals came to their senses as if waking from a dream. Yet they seemed to have no memory of anything unusual happening.
"Your Majesty! Look at me..."
"Your Majesty, I'll sing you a little tune..."
"Your Majesty, my heart aches... You don't believe me? Feel for yourself..."
"Your Majesty, I'm dizzy... Let me lean on you..."
Behind the gauzy curtains, Ruan Xilu and the other consorts once again vied